Looking for money?

Looking for the money I brought out from my mother's house?

I laughed at myself, I thought it was too much.

As a traded good, the moment I left home, my parents felt that I had fulfilled all my historical mission.

Giving me another penny is a waste and a waste.

When I left the house, I didn't even have a bite of breakfast.

How can there be private money?

I found a pair of clean underwear to change into, and looked at the clothes that had been changed, which were stained with my filth, blood, tears, and humiliation.

I wanted to throw them all away, tear them all apart, and burn them all in one fell swoop.

I can't see it again.

But I can't.

I don't have any extra clothes to change into.

can only drag the body of the broken flowers and willows and wash clothes in the corner of the courtyard.

After a while, the husband came out of the house, yawning and spitting thick yellow phlegm on the ground.

"I went to work. The husband said.

He goes to work in his mouth, plays mahjong during the day, and steals chickens and dogs at night, which is not a good thing.

Neither the parents-in-law said anything, obviously accustomed to this.

Before the husband walked out of the door, he turned his head and said to his mother-in-law, "I have to make up for it at noon, I was tired to death last night." ”

My mother-in-law hurriedly agreed, and when her husband went out, she twisted her ass in front of me.

kicked the laundry tub with his feet, crossed his waist and began to speak: "Xiaolang hoof, you should be careful, men should save some use, my son is already thin, I can't help you from such a disaster, women should love themselves!"

I wanted to ask my mother-in-law out loud when I heard it, do you have the face to say that women want to love themselves?

Then why don't you describe in detail what happened in the bud field back then?

But I didn't say anything.

Still silently washing clothes.

Why can't it be washed off?

I rubbed so hard that I almost broke the skin on my hands.

"Oh, you still dare to have an attitude......"

The mother-in-law still wanted to continue to make things difficult, so she said publicly: "Okay, don't say a few words!"

If my father-in-law only said this sentence, then I would still think that in the Cui family, at least my father-in-law is still a person.

But a small muttering after him dispelled all my illusions.

I only heard him mutter: "It's only been a while, what are you tired of?" might as well let me make up for it." ”

I'm like falling into an ice cave.

I knew someone was listening to the room last night, and now I finally know who it is!

......

For lunch, the husband returned.

With a bad face, you don't need to ask if you lose money again.

For lunch, I stewed a pork kidney, and the fishy smell made my already appetizing appetite even more upside down.

The husband said that he would not go to work in the afternoon and would take a nap at home.

As he spoke, he glanced at me with his eyes.

Take a bite of your waist and take a look at me.

Take a sip of wine and look at me.

Every glance makes me shudder.

I hope there is arsenic in this waist and poison him!

I felt like there was a pair of feet under the table that were always touching my legs.

I knew it was my husband who was flirting with me.

I haven't eaten in over a day.

I don't want to be starved to death.

It's disgusting to think that you have to be tossed by him in the afternoon!

Just took a sip of porridge, "wow", and was finally vomited back into the bowl in disgust.

"You're going to die!" the mother-in-law erupted.

"Did it happen overnight? I'm so good!" the husband laughed.

The father-in-law lowered his head to eat and did not make a sound.

I didn't have time to talk to them, so I ran to the edge of the yard with my mouth covered and threw up.

My husband was smiling happily when he saw me throwing up, when he suddenly grinned and threw up under the table.

The whole courtyard immediately became stinking.

"This waist is rancid!" the husband complained as he vomited.

In the village market, the mother-in-law who bought the searched waist cheaply did not dare to say much.

I was almost weak in my vomit, but I smiled happily.

I didn't poison him, but it would be nice if he didn't have the strength to touch me.

I secretly looked at my husband out of the corner of my eye, trying to make myself happier for a while.

Spit it out, spit it out, spit out your wolf heart and dog lungs.

But my smile stopped abruptly.

Because I saw at this time that my husband's feet were still wearing slippers.

And the one who secretly touched me under the table before was obviously a pair of rubber shoes.

It's exactly the same as the one on the father-in-law's feet at this time!